title credit: Stevan Barfuss If you could see the loveliness of her slender fingers combined with the gentle playfulness of her heart you, too would wonder who is being served by her weeping soul living in terror of a test. that we could have instead spent the last two hours playing music walking living. Ridiculous… …
I have been pacing since 2/22/22 Some animal part of me is on the alert The constant agitation is shaking up old stories Waking up old vices Looking for distractions Hungry for the things that will never satiate Terrified The human condition is alive in me I am out of my depth Again And when …
As promised on my About Page: Five years ago I gave birth to my 8th child. My oldest was about to start his senior year, and our relationship was strained and confusing. I was terrified that as I brought another child into this world I was going to lose the relationships I had worked so …
is an important declaration to have understood before the revelation that my heart had to break upwards a little to take in the information that you lit up when I walked in the room unexpectedly that you got excited about the plans we just made that you are thankful for this human And Knowing that …
is a moment of losing presence. It makes life feel pretty high stakes when you can miss so easily and so often. Yet here we all are, in something that feels mostly like a grand, risky experiment. My moment looked something like this: My daughter casually and innocently shared a procedure she got to witness …
This is where I show the realness, the rawness, the relationships, the radiance, and the revelation that I experience as I walk through my days. I don’t censor these pages so be aware that content and language might be graphic. The truth of a seed is not the same as the truth of a branch, …
It was an invitation, he said. “Come Home.” I had a choice, he said: “Repent or be excommunicated. Or, well, I mercifully got a third option: leave.I smiled powerfully inside as I honored him in what I knew he thought was an act of love. What on earth could he possibly mean by “come home” …
I weptI called in communityI sleptI went into my garden and poured intention over seeds that I pressed into the MotherAnd Father’s fertile fluids dripped onto my hair, my face, my lipsI called in a someone who can match my loveWho is ready to fathom my depths and soar in my heightsOne who will create …
